Let’s start with a prayer to receive healing: “Dear God, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I reach forward today, touch the hem of Your garment, and receive my healing. Yes, I want to get well. Give me the faith to walk in freedom and victory. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.” (Sharon Haynes)
This near-sighted Ibaloy writer is elated and titillated to learn that local police personnel are in “high morale” according to Baguio City Police Office Director, Col. Allen Rae Co, during a media forum at City Hall. This despite the added responsibility laid on the shoulders of Baguio’s Finest since the Summer Capital was put under the enhanced community quarantine weeks ago. We are now under general community quarantine and will hopefully and successfully transition to the new normal status.
Co explained the cops’ high morale is due in large part to the full and unqualified support of the city government under Mayor Benjie Magalong. The police chief said as long as what they do is right, they have the full backing of the mayor who is himself a former Philippine National Police top brass and understands fully well the plight and sacrifices of those in the police force.
Although admitting the men and women in blue also get tired, being only human, Co stressed they are all “raring to go” and serve the public to the best of their abilities whatever responsibilities tasked to them. Cheers!
FYI: President Rodrigo Duterte has ordered local government officials to allow overseas Filipino workers who have been repatriated due to the Covid-19 pandemic to go home to their respective hometowns and provinces.
Duterte has warned local executives that keeping the thousands of repatriated Filipino migrants from returning home will be a violation of the law.
Interior Secretary Eduardo Año said the 24,000 OFWs who have been quarantined in the country and tested for Covid-19 using the PCR protocol have all been found negative for Covid-19.
Here’s “Because I could not stop for death” by Emily Dickinson: “Because I could not stop for Death –/ He kindly stopped for me –/ The Carriage held but just Ourselves –/ And Immortality./ We slowly drove – He knew no haste/ And I had put away/ My labor and my leisure too,/ For His Civility –/ We passed the School, where Children strove/ At Recess – in the Ring –/ We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –/ We passed the Setting Sun –/ Or rather – He passed Us –/ The Dews drew quivering and Chill –/ For only Gossamer, my Gown –/ My Tippet – only Tulle –/ We paused before a House that seemed/ A Swelling of the Ground –/ The Roof was scarcely visible –/ The Cornice – in the Ground –/ Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet/ Feels shorter than the Day/ I first surmised the Horses’ Heads/ Were toward Eternity –”
May our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ continue to bless and keep us all safe.